Assisting Bhabhi in NEED – Part 1

Hello, I am Anurag, a 23-year-old guy, and in my final year of college. Life hasn’t been easy for my family. We struggled with financial difficulties, which often felt overwhelming. My elder brother, Adhiraj, was 29 and worked tirelessly as a delivery boy to keep us afloat. His wife, Shreya, who was 26, stood by his side, offering support despite the hardships we endured daily.

Our situation was tough, and the weight of our struggles was ever-present. But we held onto each other, hoping for a better tomorrow.

One day, bhaiya and bhabhi went out of town for a wedding ceremony. On their way back home, they were involved in a terrible accident. Tragically, Adhiraj bhaiya lost his life, and bhabhi sustained severe injuries.

The news shattered our family, leaving us to grapple with immense grief and sorrow. The loss of my brother and the sight of bhabhi fighting for her life was a heartache that words couldn’t describe.

Bhabhi was rushed to the hospital, and I arrived there as quickly as I could. Her single father, who loved her deeply, also came to the hospital. We anxiously awaited news from the doctors. When the doctor finally emerged, his somber expression confirmed our worst fears. He told us that bhabhi had undergone surgery to amputate both of her hands and would need to rest.

In the weeks that followed, I found myself shouldering the weight of our situation. With the help of friends and long-distance relatives, I managed to carry out all the necessary rituals for Adhiraj bhaiya. It was an arduous task, but I was determined to honor his memory amidst our overwhelming grief.

As bhabhi’s discharge approached, the doctor raised a critical concern. He asked who would be taking care of her once she was home. With bhaiya gone and my financial struggles, I was the only one left to manage everything. The thought of affording a professional caretaker seemed impossible, adding to my anxiety.

Bhabhi’s father, however, provided a glimmer of hope. He assured us that he would stay with us for a while until the situation normalized. He also mentioned that he knew an elderly woman who could help care for bhabhi. She agreed to assist us for free for the first two weeks, but after that, we would need to pay her. We gratefully accepted her offer.

When we returned home, the elderly caretaker arrived around 9 am each day and stayed with us throughout the day. She took on the essential tasks of feeding Bhabhi, helping her bathe, assisting her in the toilet, and aiding with dressing. After 6 pm she would leave for the evening. Our household now consisted of three members – bhabhi, her father, and me, along with the caretaker’s temporary presence.

This support was invaluable, helping us manage bhabhi’s needs and providing some stability as we faced the ongoing challenges of our situation.

After two weeks, bhabhi’s father had to return to his home, which was about two hours away. I was left to handle everything on my own while also managing my college responsibilities.

Balancing the demands of my studies with bhabhi’s care was challenging. But I was determined to keep everything going as best as I could.

Since the caretaker couldn’t stay overnight, she suggested that we purchase adult diapers for bhabhi, as she would be unable to use the toilet independently. I was faced with the difficult task of arranging for these supplies, adding to the already heavy burden of managing bhabhi’s care and my academic commitments. The situation was increasingly overwhelming. But I knew it was essential to ensure bhabhi’s comfort and dignity during this challenging time.

As the weeks dragged on, the mounting financial pressures forced me to seek additional income. I managed to find a part-time job at a local store, which offered me a small but crucial boost to our dwindling funds.

The job was exhausting, adding to my already overwhelming schedule. But it was necessary to cover the growing expenses of Bhabhi’s care. During this period, the elderly caretaker, who had been a godsend, continued her invaluable support.

Her role had shifted slightly; not only did she handle the daily tasks of caring for bhabhi, but she also took on the responsibility of cooking for us. Her presence became a vital source of stability. She would arrive around 9 am, and after tending to Bhabhi’s needs, she would prepare meals for us, allowing me a small respite from the constant struggle.

Before 6 p.m. each day, the caretaker would assist bhabhi with changing into adult diapers. This routine was crucial, as bhabhi could no longer manage on her own. The caretaker’s care ensured that bhabhi remained as comfortable as possible. But the process was a stark reminder of how drastically our lives had changed.

As weeks turned into months, Bhabhi’s recovery began to show signs of improvement. She gradually started walking and engaging in conversations again. Her strength was slowly returning, and she even gained a little weight, becoming slightly chubby due to the lack of her usual activities. Her progress, though small, was a beacon of hope in our otherwise challenging days.

One morning, the elderly caretaker called to inform me that she was feeling ill and wouldn’t be able to come that day. Panic set in as I realized I would have to manage all the household chores and care for Bhabhi on my own.

I took a deep breath and walked into Bhabhi’s room. “Bhabhi,” I said gently, “The caretaker called. She’s feeling ill and can’t come today.”

Bhabhi looked worried, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and frustration. “Anurag, how are you going to manage everything? Your college, your job, and me?” She bit her lip, her thoughts racing.

I tried to reassure her, “We’ll figure it out, Bhabhi. It’s just for today. I’ll take care of you.”

Bhabhi shook her head and said, “No, Anurag. I don’t want you to help me with private things, like using the toilet. It’s not right. You have enough on your plate.”

I sighed, understanding her discomfort but knowing there was no other choice. “I know it’s difficult, bhabhi. But we have to do what we can. Let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll get through this together.”

Her eyes softened, and she nodded reluctantly, knowing there was no other option. “Alright, Anurag. But only for today. We’ll manage somehow.”

As the day went on, Bhabhi finally sighed and said, “Anurag, I need you to change my diaper.”

She was wearing a nightie, and I could see the unease in her eyes. To make her feel comfortable, I made sure to keep eye contact, not looking down while I carefully removed her diaper. “It’s okay, Bhabhi,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this together.”

I saw the used diaper and could sense bhabhi’s embarrassment. She looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a moment, she hesitated and then asked, “Anurag, can you help me in the toilet? I need to… you know.”

I had no choice but to agree. “Of course, Bhabhi,” I replied.

She gave me instructions to help preserve her dignity. “Cover me with a towel under the nightie first, then pull the nightie off,” she said quietly. I nodded, determined to make this as easy for her as possible.

It was the first time I saw her like this, with nothing on under the towel. The towel wasn’t long enough, and I could see her thighs, making the situation even more awkward for both of us. Bhabhi was clearly embarrassed.

“Please lock the bathroom door after I get in,” she instructed her voice barely above a whisper.

I did as she asked, then took her used diaper to the dustbin. Realizing we had only a few diapers left and needed to save them, I began looking for a fresh pair of panties for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard bhabhi calling me from the bathroom, “Anurag, can you help wash me?” She asked, her voice filled with embarrassment.

Before I unlocked the bathroom, She said, “Anurag, think of me as your mother. We are family, and we need to respect and support each other.” I nodded, trying to reassure her, but I couldn’t help feeling conflicted. Bhabhi was only 26, just three years older than me, and imagining her as a mother figure felt impossible.

After entering the bathroom, I saw that bhabhi was standing with her back to me so that she didn’t expose her bare boobs to me. Obviously, she didn’t like her devar seeing her in this state.

The first time I saw her naked ass and bareback. My penis got erect that time. She was so beautiful.

Then bhabhi squatted with her back to me and said, “Please help me clean up.” Despite the awkwardness, I focused on following her instructions carefully and respectfully.

I gently touched her ass and started cleaning with water. I was getting hard at that time. After that bhabhi ordered me to wash my hands properly and cover her with the towel from the back so that her boobs and pussy didn’t expose to her devar. Already her devar saw her round ass. It was so embarrassing for both of us.

After we returned to the room, bhabhi ordered me to dress up her. I wasn’t sure where to start, but Bhabhi instructed me, “First, the bra.” I carefully followed her guidance, doing my best to assist her with the process.

Bhabhi instructed, “Start by holding the bra with the cups facing outward. Slide it over my arms (amputated) and shoulders. Once it’s in place, fasten the hooks at the back, making sure it’s snug but comfortable. Adjust the straps so they fit properly.”

I followed all the instructions from the back of bhabhi and the first time I hooked a bra.

Bhabhi visibly relaxed once her chest was covered by the bra. A sense of relief was evident on her face as she felt more secure and comfortable. However, she was still not wearing anything on her bottom.

Then bhabhi asked for a diaper, but I explained, “We need to save the diapers for nighttime since they’re expensive and we only have a few left. We’ll use one diaper each night to manage our supplies for the whole month.”

I suggested bhabhi wear panties, but she hesitated and explained that she didn’t want me to deal with the panties, pulling them down throughout the day.

I respected her wishes and gently helped her put on the diaper from the back.

After securing the diaper, I helped her put on a sleeveless t-shirt and a skirt. As I assisted her, I could see she was gaining trust in me and feeling more comfortable with my support.

Bhabhi then instructed me on how to cook. Following her guidance, I prepared lunch for us, making sure everything was ready for both of us to eat.

In our house, we had only two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Later, while bhabhi rested in her room, I went to the bathroom to wash both my clothes and hers. Despite my efforts to stay composed, I couldn’t shake the nervousness. I felt about watching bhabhi in such a state. I needed to masturbate so badly as I hadn’t released it for a month because of the family pressure. But after imagining bhabhi’s ass, I couldn’t control and masturbate.

Then I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see her pussy and her boobs. I wanted to know the color of her areola. Every evil thinking was coming into my mind. As a 23-year-old, it was difficult to resist these things.

As the afternoon rolled in, bhabhi asked me if I could take her for a walk. I agreed to take Bhabhi for a walk and then suggested, “You need to change into a decent dress for the outing.”

Then bhabhi told me to open her closet and find salwar and pajama. As I did, I noticed there were very few dresses available. I selected one and then helped her dress up, ensuring she was comfortable and ready for the walk.

We walked together for the first time in a long while, talking and catching up on everything. It felt refreshing to share those moments and enjoy each other’s company.

As we walked, bhabhi thanked me for respecting her privacy and being considerate as her devar.

After coming home, bhabhi was a little tired and sweating from the summer heat. She asked me to help her refresh. I washed her face to cool her down, then helped her change into a fresh dress, just like before. Then she asked me to change the diaper she had been wearing since the morning.

I told Bhabhi, “Please manage today without a diaper. We’ve already used one, and we can’t afford to use two diapers in a single day.”

Bhabhi got angry and said, “I can’t stay like this; I need to maintain some hygiene.”

I tried to calm her down. “Bhabhi, please understand. I’ll help you put on a panty, but we can’t afford to use two diapers a day. They’re expensive, and we need to consider our financial situation.”

She sighed and said, “Alright, put on the panty. But if I need to use the toilet, you’ll have to help me, and you can’t get irritated at night.”

Then I gently opened her diaper from the back, ensuring she remained as comfortable as possible. Then I brought a panty from the drawer and helped her put it on. It was the first time I saw her in this state, wearing panties. The panty color was red. I never saw my bhabhi wearing a panty. She turned around and asked for the skirt.

In the evening, I did my regular exercise routine while Bhabhi stayed in her room, listening to music.

Suddenly, I heard Bhabhi calling me and started crying.

I rushed to bhabhi’s room, concerned by her cries; as I entered, I saw her standing, tears streaming down her face. “Anurag,” she sobbed, “I thought I was wearing a diaper, but I wasn’t”. I saw the water rolling down her legs.

Seeing bhabhi was distressed. Then I immediately moved to comfort her. “It’s okay, bhabhi! Let’s get you cleaned up”. Then I led her to the bathroom, filled a bucket with water, and carefully washed her legs.

After washing her legs, I helped bhabhi out of the soiled panty. And for the first time, I saw her pussy, it was hairy. Bhabhi didn’t notice that I saw her pussy. She thought I closed my eyes as she had trust in me. She believed I was innocent. The pussy was covered with pubic hairs. She hadn’t shaved for a long time, I guessed.

Then I helped her step into the clean panty. And said with a reassuring smile, “All clean and fresh”.